Title: Full Frontal Assault Characters: Chuck, Sarah (Charah), Casey, Ellie (Jellie) Genre: Humour, smuttish. Rating: 15 possibly. Summary: What can I really put without spoiling it? Ah heck...read it. :) Author's Note: This fic is written for jellie_rayneluv Tis your birthday today! Hope you had a good one lass and that this helps keep it that way! There was no prompt but she did ask for Jellie. Not quite sure how I came up with it but according to my beta it was good. Yes, this story is beta'd and by none other than the dude of dudes, bigbadjayne Though I give my thanks for him doing so, I must point out--as usual--that any mistakes or yogis are my own. Not his.

Again, JRL, happy birthday.

Chuck whistled happily as he put his coffee cup in the sink, dumped the burnt remains of his toast in the bin and headed for the door. He had no idea why he was so chipper this morning, but Chuck felt an energetic and positive vibrance within that he had to show to others around him. Behind him, Sarah Walker slipped some knives into concealed sheaths beneath her skirt. She did it quickly and effortlessly and she didn’t even seem to think about it. She could have easily done it with her eyes closed. Sarah didn’t look for the gun, her hand instinctively swiped it up from the side table nearby and with a brief flick of her eyes to the clip, she counted every single bullet in seconds.

Chuck turned to her, they kissed lightly, Sarah handed him the weapon and he holstered it. It was a smooth and fluid exchange that was their morning ritual and dance. Ready and prepped to face the day, Chuck and Sarah stepped out into the bright warm sunshine which glistened over the courtyard and the complex’s assortment of plants, potted trees and shrubs. It appeared to Chuck that someone had added new plants to the generous collection already growing here and it always improved upon what had once been a very drab and dull courtyard. Chuck welcomed it greatly.

The two of them paused in their doorway, the foliage of Echo Park forgotten, as potent and alluring smells filled their nostrils. Bacon, sausages, mushrooms, eggs…in fact there were so many delicious aromas that the CIA agents unwittingly followed their noses to the source, Ellie’s apartment.

“We’ve already had breakfast.” Sarah said when Chuck lingered outside his sister’s place. Chuck nodded in reluctant agreement but the hungry puppy look he returned to her made Sarah’s stomach rumble with protest. Chuck grinned, knowing that Sarah wasn’t happy with the meagre on-the-go breakfast they had just had, and knocked on the door.

Crossing his fingers in hope that Ellie would offer some of her amazing cooking, Chuck wrapped his arm around Sarah’s shoulders and felt his own stomach rumble. Ellie was not one for turning people away, especially if it was her little brother. When they had lived together she was adamant he ate well and burnt toast and soggy cereal wasn’t much of a breakfast. Ellie would practically force him to eat and he badly wished she would do so this morning.

“Are you sure?” Sarah asked, cringing a little as her mind told her not to mess up the opportunity for some of Ellie’s food. “She might not want us round.”

“Sarah, she would let us know if she doesn’t. There’s no harm in asking.”

Chuck rapped his knuckles against the door and patiently waited. Well his stomach wasn’t patient. The smells, while potent and salivating, were now combined and even overshadowed with a heady smell of coffee and chocolate, which in turn only made the vileness of burnt toast taste worse in his mouth. Chuck made a note to himself that he must get a new toaster.

It was a few minutes later and Ellie hadn’t answered. Chuck knocked again, he even used the doorbell—why didn’t he use that in the first place?—but there was still no reply. Sarah tried, she called out Ellie’s name but again there was nothing.

“She has to be home.” Chuck saw the curtains closed and it made no sense that Ellie wouldn’t answer the door. She was home, the smell proved it as much, so why--? Chuck swallowed hard.

He grabbed his phone and called Ellie. She didn’t answer.

Something’s not right, he felt, but he couldn’t explain that feeling, leaving Chuck to panic as worry took him over.

“Chuck…I’m sure she’s okay.”

“No! Something is seriously wrong, Sarah!”

Sarah’s attempt to calm him down was thoughtful but useless when Chuck began to bang heavily on the door. When the door still didn’t open, and Chuck’s phone failed to ring with Ellie’s number and face flashing on the screen, Chuck grew beyond worried. His usual pallor drained to corpse-like and his hands were shaking as he attempted to contact Morgan and Casey on the phone as well. Remembering that Morgan was “unreachable” with Alex, Chuck was about to proceed to the Colonel’s, in the hope he might be in, when a high pitched scream came from inside.

There wasn’t a second thought from the Intersect. Chuck turned and kicked a heavy boot to door. He kicked a second time and it broke open with a huge crash. Chuck had his gun in his hand and rushed over the threshold with Sarah. They scanned up the stairs and in the immediate area of the lounge, finding no signs of struggle, however when they angled towards the kitchen, Chuck got the shock of his life.

The gun dropped from his hand and he couldn’t breathe. He physically couldn’t move or do anything and it had nothing to do with the very large gun pointing directly at his face.

It was more about the person holding it.

“Oh!” Sarah clamped her hand over her mouth and spun round to face the opposite wall. Chuck hadn’t budged an inch and so Sarah grabbed hold of his jacket and pulled him away from the shocking sight. While Chuck gawped blankly at the wall, Sarah peeked another look over her shoulder and smiled. The smile vanished and she tore her gaze away.

“What are you doing here?!” growled the angry voice. There was a clutter of dishes from the kitchen as they were nearly dropped to the floor. “Why did you break in the door?!”

“What are we doing here?!” Chuck’s voice squeaked hysterically. “What are you doing here? This is my sister’s place!”

“Unlike you, Bartowski, I was invited.”

“WHAT?!” Chuck spun round and his hand slapped over his eyes. “Jeez, Casey! What the hell are you doing in my sister’s apartment and for the love of god will you put some clothes on?!”

“I haven’t got any.”

“Haven’t got any?!?! Why are you like this!? Sarah? Tell him! Make him not be naked! Why?! Why is this happening?! Where’s Ellie?! Oh my god, what is that on you, Casey? Is that chocolate?! Sarah, why has he got chocolate on him!”

His words babbled on into and beyond a full fledge Bartowski freak-out.

“Chuck, calm down, you’re going to hyperventilate-“

“Sarah! In case you haven’t noticed, Casey is standing naked in my sister’s home covered in chocolate! WHY should I calm down?! I don’t want to calm down! I—I—oh god…I can’t breathe!”

Chuck began to hyperventilate. He sank down to the ground gasping for breath. He felt Sarah’s comforting arms around his shoulders; heard her voice telling him to breathe but he couldn’t. Thankfully a small brown paper bag landed by his feet and he picked it up. He made the mistake of looking up.

Behind the well-toned, flushed, sweaty and unabashedly naked Colonel Casey--who stood in a wide stance with his arms across his chest--was Chuck’s sister.

“Sarah, please…take Chuck back to your apartment.” The embarrassment showed upon Eleanor’s red face and sounded in her voice as she pleaded for her privacy back.

Chuck was in such a state of shock that Sarah couldn’t follow Ellie’s request. So, Ellie took it upon herself to slide around the naked colonel, her fingers grazing over the expanse of his chest before she pressed herself up against him.

No brother should ever see his sister like this.

The light flimsy negligée she was wearing was extremely see-through and it didn’t help that it was clinging to her, the sweat filming her skin soakingit through. While Chuck was grateful Ellie blocked further sight of Casey’s endowment, seeing his sister in this situation was even worse than the shower incident with Devon. It didn’t help alleviate his agitated state. Chuck breathed as best he could into the bag, inflating it and deflating it, but that wasn’t helping either. Closing his eyes and wishing he hadn’t seen this did nothing as well.

“Chuck! Please get out of here!” Ellie cried.

“I’ll see them out.” Casey edged Ellie to the side. She shook her head and pleaded with him to not make things worse, but he smiled and softly stroked her cheek. “Don’t worry….watch this…”

Casey began to stride confidently towards Chuck, smiling as the CIA Intersect quivered in fear.

“John! Don’t!”

“NO!” Chuck leapt to his feet. With his eyes closed, his knee caught on a nearby coffee table and knocked an empty bottle of wine and a couple of wine glasses to the floor. “No Casey! Don’t come near me! Don’t even approach me with that….thing! Keep away! Stand back!”

Chuck wrapped one of his arms around his face and headed in the approximate direction of the door. He ran straight into the wall and he would have fallen to the floor if he hadn’t of rebounded off of Sarah. Peeking open his eyes just a little, Chuck managed to escape into the courtyard.

There was a long awkward silence for the two women. Casey wasn’t the slightest bit phased. From out of nowhere, a cigar appeared and he began to roll it with longing between his fingers whilst looking at his partner with a smirk. Sarah stood by the doorway grinning with embarrassment. Chuck may have had a problem with seeing Casey in this state, however Walker was more than surprised that she did not.

Not many men were comfortable being on full display, but then again not many men of John Casey’s age looked like him. Sarah rocked on her feet though she continued to stare at Casey, desperately trying to ignore the desire to feel what that chest and hair felt like.

“Forgive our intrusion!” Sarah finally spoke up even though her eyes couldn’t seem to stop looking Casey up and down. “We didn’t mean to interrupt you having….breakfast…but Ellie screaming like that, Chuck reacted and…we will get the door fixed. Though it might help if you answered your phones…next time?”

“Sorry.” Ellie spoke as she hid most herself behind the kitchen wall. “We-!”

“We were eating.” Casey added, which resulted in Ellie’s face going bright red and disappearing from view. There were more clattered sounds of dishes and of running water, no doubt as Ellie began to wash up in attempt to calm her nerves.

“Good…well…I’ll leave you two to…” Sarah backed away and pointed to the door. “I’d better check up on Chuck. Casey.”

“Walker.” The colonel bobbed his head and placed the end of the cigar in his mouth.

“Ellie.”

There was a high pitched squeak from the kitchen that could have been Ellie saying Sarah’s name and a goodbye, but Walker didn’t wait around for more. With one last look in Casey’s direction and hearing his chuckle at her obvious ogling, Walker left the apartment, closing the door as much as she could behind her.

It was only then, as she approached the fountain and Chuck still breathing into his paper bag, that the discovery of this new couple finally began to sink in. Sarah’s main concern was for Chuck. It was not going to be easy to console him.

“Ellie! Why...why him?” Chuck was near the point of sobbing as his mind tried to hide what he’d seen. He failed utterly.

Sarah sat down next to him and rubbed his back as he continued to try and get his breathing in order. She wanted to help him. She knew what a shock it was to burst in on them and see them like that, so she had to help him.

Unfortunately for them both, the words she spoke next came out unwittingly.

“Chuck, if you look even half as good as Casey does when you’re his age…you have nothing to worry about!”

There was a high pitched squeak and a bang as the paper bag exploded.

“Damn…did I say that out loud?”

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“John! Did you have to be like that?!” Ellie gasped when he came slowly back into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her. “You should have put something on before confronting him like that!”

“What would I have worn?” he crooned into her neck, his hands gently pulling aside the edges of her negligée and running over her stomach. “My clothes are all ripped to shreds, thanks to you, and I hadn’t exactly expected your brother to come barging in.”

“But…he wasn’t supposed to find out this way…I should…”

Ellie went to move out of his grasp but he held her tightly in place, growling with want into her skin. The heated murmur of his breath vibrated an excited jolt all through her body and when his palms climbed upwards, cupping and squeezing at her breasts, Ellie sank back into him, helpless to resist.

“Don’t worry about Chuck. Walker is with him, so we can talk later if he’s in any condition to listen.” Casey smattered a couple of kisses into her neck, gaining her utter compliance.

Taking the edge of the negligée in his mouth and pulling it off her shoulders, it barely had time to fall around her feet when Casey spun her round and lifted her up onto the counter. Her bare bottom landed with a hefty thump and made some cups and cutlery rattle.

She gasped but her legs instantly wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer.

“Right now?” Casey stroked his fingertips up her back, catching some remnants of the chocolate spread slowly oozing down her spine. He pulled back, hungrily sucked his fingers clean—“This stuff tastes much better on her than it does on toast”—only to have her mouth kiss across his chest, lashing out her tongue for a taste of her own. Casey’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let loose a pleasured moan. It took him a while to recover after she stopped and he gazed down into her eyes as his fingers tangled in her drenched hair.

Yeah, tis all for you. Though other people can read it...it is your prezzie. :) I'm surprised I managed to get it written and beta-d by BBJ so quickly. But I'm pleased you liked it and hell yeah I would love my breakfasts to be like that!

Thanks and happy birthday (I believe it is still at the time of me writing this.) XD xx